PrEP

I got PrEP from Daniel for Ben and I, better safe than sorry, I thought. I know the HIV crisis is over now, pretty much, but it is better to take precautions.

“What have you guys been up to?” said Daniel. “I guess I know. Unsafe sex? Seriously?”

“You know the risk is far diminished now…”

“Yeah, okay, sure,” said Daniel. “It’s no guaranteed though…”

“Walking down the street isn’t guaranteed,” I said.

“Yeah, but there are risks and there are risks?”

“An undetected viral load means you can’t pass it on, right?”

“Right.”

“So, if we take PrEP it is like a double security, right.”

“At its generous interpretation,” said Daniel. “But you guys are negative and what if the other guy isn’t on his meds?”

“That’s why I want these?”

“Well, it’s better than not taking them.”

“It will only be a few guys,” I said. “We’re not going out and slutting about.”

Ben and I decided to stay on PrEP for the time being, just in case there were any return bouts with Grant.

And there is also the cute wog boy in Woolies who told Ben and I that he really wants to two cocks in him at once, and he wants it to be Ben and I.